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I thought that demons were invading my mind last night. That I was going to go to hell because I didn't believe in God and that no matter how much I ignored it, it was going to happen. And they were laughing with glee at that insight and I felt an urgency to change but knew I couldn't possibly if I didn't believe it. It was terrifying, but I couldn't move, I felt as if someone was holding me down. That I was holding myself down but couldn't stop and merely continued to sink into hell as the demons laughed, pushing and swinging back and forth, threatening me, waiting and forcing and hating, never ceasing.
I was really dehydrated.
I was really dehydrated.